Posts by Trevor M. Wraith-Gaudius

Just a random test post.

[justify]Trevor padded over to where his clanmates and family members were eagerly play-fighting, something that the young male wasn't that fond of. It got his pelt dirty, plus the 3 moon old black furred tom doubted that he would be any use in a battle, no matter how much training he would be doing in the future. With those thoughts, Trevor sat down a little ways away from the group, only wishing to watch. "Whatever you do, don't drag me into this," the sassy feline stated.[/justify]

[justify]Trevor took a deep breath, he hadn't meant to scare Fictionalkit the way he had, however verbally apologizing was yet not another strong suit of his. Carefully, he padded over to his clanmate and slowly placed his tail on her back in a gesture that was meant to do the talking for him. Meant to say what he couldn't say out loud.[/justify]

[justify]"It's fine. I should be the one apologizing to you," Trevor stated quietly. The tom kit removed his tail from her back, icy blue eyes full of kindness. Sure, he had quite the sassy and fiery personality, yet Fiction was a clanmate. He made rare exceptions for clanmates like her, ones that could prove to be good friends later on down the line.[/justify]

[justify]"My dearest sister, that is alcohol," stated Trevor after teleporting next to Chloe. The young tom was clad in a night sky themed cape which was paired with a midnight blue mask. One could easily tell that he was brimming with excitement, icy blues eyes alight with anticipation for the ball. This was one time when he was not being a sassy, flirtatious pain in the neck.[/justify]

[justify]Quick as a whip, Trevor ran over to the scene to make sure that nobody had been injured. Upon inspecting An'ei and Lucilion, the tom kit gave the box shaped object a gentle prod with a paw. "What...in the ever loving world just happened?" Trevor questioned as he took a careful seat next to his brother, ready to bolt in case the noise started up again.[/justify]

[justify]Trevor gave a respectful nod to An'ei, making a mental note to not prod the object again, in order to be on the safe side. Upon hearing what his littermate said about it needing to be plugged in, the tom kit arched a nonexistent brow before spotting the wire. "That may be the case," he answered.[/justify]

[justify]"I can go find one really quickly," Trevor stated excitedly, allowing his dignified front to temporarily drop as more appropriate kit-like curiosity took over his body. Very few people got to see this side of the tom, only his family and close friends alone. However he was making a temporary exception.[/justify]

[justify]"Intuition," Trevor simply replied as he glanced back up at the drinks. "From what I've heard, humans would use it for either medical purposes or for consumption, though I bet different types are used. This is the kind they would drink," he answered. The tom kit gave his sister a small smile, tail placed on her back in a kind gesture.[/justify]

[justify]Trevor padded over, his usual air of decorum about himself as he watched his brother serve snow cones. A nonexistent eyebrow went up as he sat down in front of the business that was up and running. Oh well, it couldn't possibly hurt to try a snow cone. After all, there were plenty of others who seemed to enjoying the treats. "Pink lemonade, please?" he questioned politely.[/justify]

[justify]"Thank you," Trevor replied as he carefully began to eat the snow cone. The taste of pink lemonade invaded his mouth in a pleasant way, one that made his eyes temporarily widen in enjoyment. He looked back at Lucilion, giving an encouraging nod as he stated, "You're definitely on to something."[/justify]

[justify]Trevor had bowed his head in respect to Brandy as he had replied, "Of course, Bounce." The young tom kit then stood from where he was sitting, ready for the party to start. "Terrible forgetful streak," he muttered to himself under his breath before he allowed his cool and calm demeanor to take over once more.[/justify]

[justify]Trevor was sitting a little ways off to the side, watching as Hagan and Lucilion exchanged gifts on this day dedicated to love. The tom kit's ice blue eyes gleamed with happiness for the two. Hagan seemed to be quite kindhearted, plus Trevor rarely questioned the judgement of his littermates when it came to those he could trust and those he would have to tiptoe around. For now, he was more than happy to sit and watch the interactions that were taking place.[/justify]

[justify]Spotting Angryangel, Trevor padded over to the Russian Tundra wolf. "Welcome to the party. It's nice to meet you," the tom kit greeted in a kind tone as he looked up at the Boneclan warrior.[/justify]

Friends that evolve into best friends as well as human AUs with Trevor? He's in TRoT, which could prove to be interesting later on down the road. He'll be as sweet as pie with Immy and would always have his back.

[justify]Trevor gave a respectful nod to the other male before answering in a whisper, "My real name is Trevor Moran Wraith-Gaudius, but for the ball, I'm going by my alias...Banshee." Boneclan, he didn't know much about that group, however the tom kit was sure that he would learn plenty in time and through overhearing conversations.[/justify]

[justify]Trevor issued a barely audible apology before turning and stalking off to a quiet corner. The tom kit's mood had plummeted drastically, it was his own fault anyways. "Why can't I get one thing right?" he hissed to himself as he lay down, glad that from here, he couldn't ruin the fun everyone else deserved to be having. With those thoughts in mind, Trevor turned his back to the room, trying to block out the conversations that the NPCs were having.[/justify]

[justify]Trevor, who had been keeping quiet for a good percentage of the brainstorm session, spoke up suddenly, stating, "If it's fine with all of you lovely people, my alias will be Banshee. As for yet, I don't have any ideas, but if there's ever a brilliant one bouncing around in here, I'll be sure to let you know."[/justify]

[justify]The black tom kit was in the club, a piece of paper resting in front of where he was seated on a chair, studying what he had written. It had taken some late nights, however in Trevor's mind...it was worth it. He had wanted to give songwriting a whirl, plus if the attempt was a crash and burn, he could learn something from the experience. With that, he took a deep breath before softly starting the song, his voice growing stronger as he went:

I've been tryna find
When to cross the line
When it's okay to see the bright side
When it's okay to see the lime light

I be thinkin in my bed
I be thinkin in my bed
Lot of things on my head
Contemplating in my head
And if we gon' go steady
Then we gon' go steady
Let me know if you're ready
If you're ready.

I be thinkin in my bed
I be thinkin in my bed
Lot of things on my head
Contemplating in my head
And if we gon' go steady
Then we gon' go steady
Let me know if you're ready
If you're ready.

I wanna fly
But I just can't live without you
Yeah, you make me cry
But I know that I just can't hurt you
I wanna fly (oh)
I wanna fly (oh).

Trevor would have continued the song, had he not noticed that others were slowly trickling into the club and staring at him. He had most likely succeeded in embarrassing himself, however he had come off as though he couldn't possibly care less about what people thought of him.[/justify]

Trevor of TRoT, he's the son of the Underboss (Sayaka) and is 3 moons old.